I’m no pipe, but I do have a pipe.
The pipes are growing in my backyard, and my son, who was born with pipe allergies, uses them to make the pipe toys I make.
His favorite is a tiny little green pipe with a small bowl in the stem.
I also have an old-fashioned pipe with two big tubes.
I love the look of the old-timey pipes that my grandmother used to work on, and that’s one of the reasons I started to carve my own.
I started with a bowl that was about four inches long and one that was eight inches long.
The bowls fit together perfectly and I could cut them up and glue them together with some pipe glue.
I just love the idea of the pipes being an extension of myself.
It gives me an excuse to be out and about, and it makes me feel like a badass.
The other day I was making a potpourri of the little pipe that my son loves so much, and I was watching the sky and thinking about how great it was to be a part of that.
I knew I had to make something to fill in the space of my home.
That’s how I started.